My Wife's Name is Luna at Hogwarts

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"Harry!" Hermione screamed, "What are you doing here? Why are you here?"

In order not to let the group of sixth grade students hear, Harry lowered his voice and told Rhine, Hermione and Luna about the Marauder's Map.

"The Marauder's Map! How could I forget Fred and George and this good thing! Harry, seriously, can you give it to me? Any conditions will do!" Klein looked at Harry eagerly !

Harry shook his head warily, "That's not okay Rhine, you know, he is very important to me now! Maybe I can lend it to you when you need it!"

"Okay!" Since Harry didn't want to, Klein wouldn't force it. After all, although the Marauder's Map was somewhat useful, he could only use it to see if Dumbledore was in school, but it wasn't essential.

"No, you two! God, Harry, you wouldn't want to keep it!" said Hermione, as if the idea were ridiculous. "You should give it to Professor McGonagall, shouldn't you, Harry?" ?”

"I won't hand it over!" Harry refused directly!

Klein also persuaded Hermione, "We can't hand it over. If we hand it over, we have to tell where we got it! Filch will know that Fred and George stole it!"

"But where is Sirius Black?" Hermione said through her teeth, "He might have used a secret passage on the map to sneak into the castle last time! The teachers must know, and then let the dementors know We stay there!"

"He couldn't have come in through a secret passage," Harry said immediately. "There are seven secret passages on the map, right? Fred and George reckoned Filch already knew four of them.

Three more.One has collapsed and no one can cross.The other hole has a Whomping Willow planted at the entrance, and there is no way to avoid it.As for the one I just used, well... the hole in the cellar is hard to see, so unless he knew the passage was there. "

Harry hesitated while laughing, his voice getting weaker and weaker. What if Black did know that the passage was there?

"It's okay." Klein cleared his throat and pointed to a notice behind the candy store that read:

[Ministry of Magic Order

Customers, please note that unless otherwise notified, dementors will be patrolling the streets of Hogsmeade from sunset every day.This measure is to protect the safety of the residents of Hogsmeade and will not be lifted until Sirius Black is captured.All customers are therefore requested to finish shopping before sunset.

Merry Christmas!】

Harry suddenly seemed to have a valid reason and said excitedly, "The streets are full of dementors. I want to see how Blake broke into Honeydukes. Besides, Hermione, the owner of Honeydukes will also hear it, yes No? They live above the shop!"

"That's true, but, but..." Hermione seemed to be trying her best to raise another issue, "Listen to me, Harry still shouldn't come to Hogsmeade. He doesn't have a signed permission form! If he is When someone finds out, he will be in big trouble!

And it’s not sunset yet, so what if Sirius Black comes today? Right now?”

Klein touched Hermione's little head and nodded, "Okay, Hermione, it's Christmas. It's time for Harry to relax. As for Sirius and me, if he really comes, I will So happy."

Hermione bit her lip, still looking extremely worried.

"It'll be okay. Are you going to report me? Hermione?" Harry asked her with a smile.

"Oh! Of course not...but honestly, Harry..."

"Rhine! I want to eat that sizzling honey candy!" Luna didn't seem to be listening to what they were saying just now!I just finished all the desserts in my hand and dragged Lai Yin to buy some.

Luna dragged Rhine away from Hermione and Harry and came to the vat, "And there are jelly slugs? And sour popping candies?..."

"Okay, okay!" Rhine paid the money helplessly.

After Klein paid for a lot of candies, they left Honeydukes together and walked outside into the blizzard.

Hogsmeade looks like a Christmas card, with thatched cottages and shops covered in a layer of freshly fallen snow, holly garlands hanging on the doors, and strings of enchanted candles dotting the trees.

Harry shivered. He came out in a hurry and didn't wear a cloak.A few people walked forward on the street with their heads down and into the wind. Hermione called into her scarf and introduced Harry, "Harry, where do you want to go first?

That's the post office...

And Joko Joko’s Joke Shop is right in front...

Of course we can also go to the Screaming Shack..."

……

Harry's cold teeth chattered and he said, "Actually, I just want to find a warm place first."

"Then how about we go to the Three Broomsticks Bar and have a cup of butterbeer?" Klein nodded.

"No matter what! I'm freezing to death." Harry couldn't help but his hands were frozen in the cold wind.

So a few people crossed the street and entered the small bar a few minutes later.

It was extremely crowded, noisy, hot, and filled with smoke, and there was a woman with a beautiful appearance and graceful curves.A group of noisy wizards were waiting in front of the bar.

"That's Ms. Rosmerta. I'm going to get drinks. What do you want to drink?" Klein introduced Harry and then asked.

"Gillweed juice!" Luna raised her little hand high.

"Just coffee!" Hermione said casually.

"Uh...I..." Harry wanted to say I don't know what's here yet, but Klein just gave him a funny look, "Okay, needless to say, I know you want to drink butterbeer with me. "

Harry: "..."

The remaining people huddled together behind the bar, where there was a small empty table between the windows and a beautiful Christmas tree, next to the fireplace.

Klein also came five minutes later, holding four large glasses of foaming drinks. "Merry Christmas!" he said cheerfully, raising his glass.

Harry followed Klein and also picked up the wine glass and took a sip. This was the most wonderful thing he had ever tasted, and it seemed to warm every inch of his body.

Suddenly a cool breeze ruffled their hair.The door to the Three Broomsticks opened, and several people looked over the rim of their cups, their expressions instantly grim.

Professors McGonagall and Flitwick walked into the bar in a gust of snow, followed by Hagrid, who was having an intimate conversation with a fat man.

The fat man wore a dark yellow-green bowler hat and a pinstriped cloak. He was none other than the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge!

In an instant, Klein pressed Harry's head, pushed him off the stool, and hid him under the table.

Harry, with butterbeer flowing from his lips, hid in the shadows, clutching his empty glass.I saw several teachers and Fudge's feet walking towards the bar, stopping, then turning on their heels, walking towards him.You'll see them soon.

Hermione secretly took out her wand and whispered, "Apparition!"

So the Christmas tree next to the table disappeared from its place in an instant, and reappeared in front of their table in an instant, just covering them.

Klein looked at Hermione in surprise, "The pre-requisite basic spell of Apparition, my God, Hermione, when did you learn it? I've been pestering Dean Flitwick for half a year, and he hasn't been willing to deal with Apparition." Leave the magic spells related to disembodiment to me!"

Hermione blinked and smiled unnaturally, "Uh... well, after all, I have a lot of classes, so I learned more."

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Through the dense foliage under the tree, several people could see four sets of chair legs.Backing away from the table next to them, and hearing the grunts and sighs of the teachers and ministers as they took their seats.

Then he saw another pair of feet, wearing shiny turquoise high-heeled shoes, and heard a woman's voice, "A small glass of violet water!" It was Professor McGonagall.

"Four pints of mead. Thanks, Rosmerta," Hagrid said.

"A glass of soda with ice and snail cherry syrup...hmm!" said Professor Flitwick, smacking his lips.

"Then you're going by the old rule, redcurrant rum, minister?" Rosmerta asked softly.

"Thank you, dear. I must say, it's great to see you again. Would you like to have one too, okay? Come and chat with us for a while?" Fudge seemed a little too excited when he saw Ms. Rosmerta.

"Oh, thank you very much, Minister." Ms. Rosmerta refused decisively. He could see the shiny high heels walking around next to them.

Harry's heart was beating uncomfortably in his throat, why hadn't he thought of that?It's teachers' weekend too? God, who knows how long they'll be sitting here? What if they find him?

"What brings you to this corner, Minister?" came Ms. Rosmerta's voice.

Fudge's fat lower body could be seen twisting in his chair, as if he was checking to see if anyone was eavesdropping.Then he whispered.

"What else, dear, isn't Sirius Black? I assume you heard about what happened at school on Halloween?"

"I heard some rumors." Ms. Rosmerta admitted.

"Did you tell the whole bar, Hagrid?" Professor McGonagall said angrily, knowing who had told the story as soon as she heard it.

Hagrid patted his head honestly...

"Do you think Blake is still in this area? Minister?" Ms. Rosmerta continued to ask cautiously.

"Still, I believe." Fudge's voice was worried and distressed.

"Oh! God, did you know that the Dementors have searched my bar twice? They scared away all my customers. It has a bad impact on business, Minister." Ms. Rosmerta's tone began to sound a little sharp. .

"I'm sorry, Rosmerta, my dear, I don't like them either."

Fudge continued with some embarrassment, "But this is a necessary precaution, otherwise you will be in danger. Unfortunately, to be honest, I just encountered a few. They were very angry with Dumbledore because he refused to let them in." The grounds of the castle are complaining to me.”

"Don't talk about Dumbledore, I can't even watch it!" Professor McGonagall said sharply, "If those scary things are wandering around the school, how can we teach?"

"Yes, yes!" Professor Flitwick squeaked in agreement, his feet dangling a foot above the ground.

"However, they are here to protect everyone from more terrifying threats. At least they are just scary. We all know what Black is capable of..." Fudge retorted.

"You know, I still can't believe it," Ms. Rosmerta said thoughtfully. "Of all the people who have taken refuge in the Dark Forces, Sirius Black is the one I least expected. I mean, I still remember him. At Hogwarts. If you had told me then that he would become a follower of the Dark Lord, I would have said you drank too much mead."

"No, dear, you don't know half of it!" said Fudge gruffly. "Few people know the worst things he has ever done."

"Has he done anything worse?" Ms. Rosmerta's voice was filled with curiosity. "You mean, worse than killing so many innocent people?"

"Of course!" Fudge said a little show off.

"I can't believe it, what could be worse?" Ms. Rosmerta said in disbelief.

"You said you remember what he looked like when he was at Hogwarts, Rosmerta?" Professor McGonagall said softly, "Then do you remember who his best friend was?"

"Of course I remember!" Ms. Rosmerta chuckled. "I never saw them not together, right? Every time they come to my place, oh, they both make me laugh, like they are playing an double act. Sirius Black and James Potter!"

"Snapped!"

The wine glass in Harry's hand fell to the floor with a loud clang, and Hermione kicked him.

Everyone behind the Christmas tree looked at him in disbelief. They held their breath for a moment and did not dare to make any more noise.

Klein looked at them with a smile, "It's okay, I've already set up the soundproofing spell."

A few people finally breathed a sigh of relief, and Hermione patted her chest and said, "Fortunately! Fortunately, Rhine, you are smart!"

So everyone continued to listen carefully to the conversation of the professors beside them. This opportunity was really rare.

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Professor McGonagall continued, "Yes. Black and Potter are the leaders of their small group. Of course, both of them are very smart, extremely smart, but I don't think we have ever seen such a pair of troublemakers. …”

"That's not necessarily true!" Hagrid chuckled, "I think Fred and George can compete with them."

"Well, back then Black and Potter were closer than brothers and were inseparable." Professor Flitwick interjected.

"No, Potter trusts Blake more than any of his friends. It hasn't changed after graduation.

Black was best man when Potter and Lily got married, and they later made him Harry's godfather.Of course, Harry didn't know.

You can believe the torture that would have caused Harry if he had known these things! Fudge sighed.

"Is it because Blake is with the mysterious man?" Ms. Rosmerta asked softly.

"It's much worse than this, my dear!" Fudge lowered his voice and muttered in a low voice, "Not many people understand that when the Potters knew that the mysterious man was looking for them...